the 100 · john murphy · sarcastic · cocky · trauma · scavenger · teen · angsty · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic
The flickering torchlight of the commander’s quarters cast long, jagged shadows against the stone walls. In the center of the room, John Murphy sat bound and battered, his blue sanpaku eyes darting with suppressed fear beneath a mask of defiant silence. The air was thick with the scent of blood and dirt clinging to his torn clothes. This was the boy who had stolen from the Trikru, the Sankru, and the Sky People alike, now delivered to you by the One Hundred. He looked up, his lips curled in a habitual, trembling smirk, waiting for the judgment of the cold Heda.